Chapter 7
Consuela groaned as the big black cock slid up her tight fuck canal.
Her pussy lips stretched to the snapping point as the massive dick invaded her fertile fuck fields.
"RAM THAT BLACK MEAT UP HER HOLE!" someone called out in a drunken stupor.
"FUCK THAT BITCH!! "
Tears of anguish welled in Consuela's eyes.
The man atop her captive body pounded his rod with increasing savagery up her cunt.
In and out of her ravaged twat his meaty member slid.
She could feel the blood-engorged cockhead banging against the walls of her womb.
Her aching body wriggled under the arms and legs of her captors.
They held her fast to the floor.
Their ugly faces glared down at her naked body lewdly.
The man on her right tit slid his tongue back and forth over her pink nipple.
The man on her left tit clutched her nipple so hard she felt sure he would pinch it off her mound of boob flesh!
She squealed and shouted and begged for mercy.
She wasn't going to receive any.
Those fuck-starved men had never had such a juicy piece of twat spread before them in their lives.
They were going to use and abuse Consuela's body for their every pleasure.
They weren't going to stop the brutal gang band until each and every one of them had had his fill.
Until each and every one of them had shot his load up her bruised cunt.
The black man's cock slid in and out of her cunt.
Consuela's twat juices squirt out of her ravaged fuck tunnel and trickled down her thighs.
That stiff prong plummeted in and out of her fuck chute.
The black man grunted as he rammed his cock home.
He swiveled his hips and scraped the knob of his mahogany member against every inch of Consuela's cunt walls.
Consuela's twat walls wrapped around the meaty member.
She hoped that by milking the nigger's cock she could get his jism flowing, and prepare the way for the next slob.
Her little trick seemed to do the job.
The black man's body tensed as his rod slid in and out of her squelching love pot.
"UNGH!! " he moaned, his hips whipping back and forth.
"UNGH!"
"UNGH!"
His blood-shot eyes widened with rapture.
His fingers dug into her torso.
"Yeah, little Puerto Rican mama!" he uttered. "I'm gonna shoot my wad!"
This comment was met with hearty applause and wails of laughter from the drunken, jostling crowd.
Consuela tensed her twat lips and prepared for the stream of steaming come.
The black man's face lit up with pleasure.
He felt his balls tremble with anticipation.
The jism in his nuts bubbled up, preparing to shoot forth into Consuela's depths.
"Here it comes, bitch!"
"YYEEAHH!! " wailed the crowd.
Consuela grimaced as she felt thick wads of come spurt into her fuck canal.
Droplets of sweat trickled onto her torso as the black man shot his jism into her cunt.
Load after load spurt from his glistening ebony fuck lance and disappeared into her depths.
"Get offa her!" the next in line hollered.
Two pairs of hands lunged for the black man's shoulders.
Consuela wailed as the cock was wrenched from her cunt.
The black man was tossed to the floor and kicked out of the circle of horny slobs.
Consuela looked up, almost terrified to greet the second bastard who would ravage her dainty fuck tunnel.
She grimaced as a burly trucker-type with a scraggly bead and a stream of drool trickling from his lips mounted her twat.
His meaty member throbbed hungrily in the air, waving back and forth like a huge pink billy club.
"Slide it in!" chorused the crowd.
"Rape that bitch's cunt!"
Consuela groaned as the trucker swiveled his hips and pounded every inch of his cockmeat up her twat. Her twat lips wailed for mercy as they were, once again, stretched to the snapping point.
The trucker rammed his cock up to the hilt in Consuela's twat.
His prick bulldozed deep into her womb.
His low-hanging balls smacked against her pelvic bone.
He attacked her twat with quick, short strokes.
He pulled his cock out of her cunt, leaving only his fist-sized cockhead lodged in the moist warmth of her cunt.
He took a deep breath as Consuela tensed her body with anxious suspense, knowing he was going to ram his entire cock up her cunt so brutally she would probably shoot across the floor.
"Get off of them tits, ass-hole!" the trucker snarled.
His muscular arms shot out and he tossed aside the two men who were laboring hungrily over Consuela's breasts.
They fell into the excited crowd, yelping as their heads hit the floor.
Consuela screamed as the trucker latched on to her nipples and pressed his fingers together.
"IT HURTS!! IT HURTS!! " she shrieked.
The crowd erupted with harsh laughter.
A hand slid out of the circle of drunken slobs and smacked her across the face.
"Shut up, bitch!"
The wails of laughter rose anew.
Consuela's tears of anguish poured down her cheeks.
The trucker savagely pinched her nipples, his cock lingering at the entrance to her tunnel of lust. WHAM!!
Consuela's head shot back and the shriek of a banshee passed her parted lips as the trucker rammed his cock up her twat.
His ass cheeks flexed as he pounded his cock in and out of the Puerto Rican stripper's battered cunt.
"Ram that monster up her filthy hole!"'
"Fuck the shit out of that slut!"
The crowd egged the trucker on, forcing him to bulldoze his cock more fiercely into Consuela's snatch.
He ground his slab of fuck meat up her hole, loving the way her pussy lips wrapped snugly around his member.
His beefy balls slapped against her pelvic bone again and again.
Consuela bucked her hips up to meet his savage thrust
The pain in her arms and legs increased, but she decided agony in her limbs was better than torture in her twat.
Time after time that massive cock slid up her squelching hole.
Consuela's cunt juices oozed out of her pussy. As horrified and angry as she was, she had to admit that getting fucked by that monstrous cock was turning her on.
Her clitoris throbbed and danced atop her pussy.
Her cunt lips were battered, but they were so ravaged by that time she could barely feel the pain.
Her twat was throbbing with lust.
Her eyes fluttered shut.
Her loins shuddered with delight.
A fresh sea of cunt juices flowed through her cunt canal.
Those sizzling juices greased up the trucker's prick.
It glistened with hot love juices.
"Look at that bitch!" a man in the crowd sneered. "She-likes getting raped!"
The crowd watched in amazement as Consuela's groans of agony turned into grunts of rapture.
The trucker felt her nipples grow erect under his touch.
He felt her cunt lips wrap hungrily around his plunging pole.
His hot wads of jism shot forth from his cock.
Consuela's eyes lit up with delight.
"YES! YES!! " she gasped. "Fill up my tight fuck hole! Flood my twat with your hot wads of come, you well-hung bastard!"
The trucker forced his last drop of jism into Consuela's tepid fuck-hole.
He sneered down at her with contempt.
"Stupid cunt!" he snorted. He spat on Consuela's enraptured face. The crowd cheered and applauded its approval. The smile disappeared from Consuela's face. The trucker tugged his cock out of her steaming twat.
Her ruddy pussy lips snapped together, a film of cunt juice covering the battered flesh.
The next in line, a swarthy man with two day's growth on his chin, looked down at Consuela's spread legs.
"What the hell is the sense of raping this bitch's twat if she enjoys it?! " he asked.
A man to his right shrugged.
"It's a piece of fine meat, ain't it?" he asked.
The swarthy man sneered.
"It's a piece of well-fucked whore meat," he spat out.
He grappled his stiff cock for a moment, staring down at Consuela's spread thighs as if deciding something.
His glazed eyes suddenly lit up.
"I got an idea," he said.
The crowd crowed around with interest.
The dark man with the stiff cock motioned to the guys who held Consuela's legs and arms pinned to the floor.
"Flip her around," he instructed. "I'm gonna fuck this filthy bitch up the ass!"
The drunken crowd shrieked with approval.
Consuela squealed as her arms and legs were released from the vise-like grips.
Her moment of freedom was short-lived, however.
Her captors grabbed her limbs and flipped her over on the beer-splattered floor.
She groaned as a muddy engineer boot kicked her in the head.
Her eyes rolled in their sockets as her mind reeled.
She felt her ass cheeks being spread.
"Look at that ass!" the dark man groaned. "That tight pink hole! Just waiting for my big, stiff cock!"
"P-please!" Consuela muttered. "H-have mercy on my poor butt hole! Please grease up that cock before you slide it in!"
"No way, whore!" the man spat. "I'm gonna love pounding the shit out of that dry hole!"
The crowd cheered.
Some drunk fucker poured his beer over Consuela's back.
Shouts of laughter rose in the air.
Consuela felt the man straddle the backs of her thighs.
She felt the fist-sized knob of his cockhead slid between her creamy butt-cheeks. Consuela bit her lower lips. And silently prayed to Dios for mercy ...
Kathy's eyes bugged from their sockets as the man in black leather pounded the dildo up to the hilt in her cunt.
He rolled the rubber dong around, chuckling with glee as his naked sex slave wriggled with discomfort on the stretching wrack.
He left the dildo lodged firmly up her ass and glanced at her battered body.
Blood still oozed from the solitary laceration on her thigh.
Thick red welts rose all over her creamy flesh; souvenirs from the cat o' nine tails that would haunt her skin for weeks.
He glanced at her tits.
One lash of the whip had hit her left boob.
Other than that, the breasts looked remarkably untouched.
The man in the black mask shook his head.
"This simply will not do," he growled. "Those tits look too damn healthy. Let's see what I can do about that."
Leaving the dildo plunged deeply up Kathy's twat, the stranger in black leather turned and swaggered to the corner to rummage through his pile of torture devices.
Kathy squirmed on the stretching rack, the welts stinging her body, the dildo burning her twat.
"Aha!" the stranger exclaimed with sardonic delight.
Inwardly, Kathy groaned.
She craned her neck and looked up at Sissy.
The girl still hung to the wall, her body covered with blood and bruises.
She was still pretending to be unconscious, but Kathy thought she detected a faint flicker of the eyelids.
She turned back to face her battered body and her cruel sex master.
She stared in horror at the items he clutched in his leather-clad fingers.
Matches, candles and clothespins.
It didn't take a Harvard graduate to realize what the horrible man planned on doing with Kathy's tits
He was going to drip hot wax onto her sensitive flesh!
He was going to pinch her nipples with clothespins!
Kathy's stomach churned with terror.
She discreetly tugged on the ropes that bound her arms and legs to the stretching rack.
The ropes still held her captive as tightly as they had when initially tied.
Her struggle was slight, but it didn't escape the Sex Master's expert eye.
"A bit too much for you, huh?" he asked. "Well, don't think you're getting any sympathy from me.
All cheap sluts need the sleaziness exorcised from their filthy bodies by pain. And these candles and clothespins will do just the trick."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Who knows, though. After this little bit of torture, maybe I'll decide you're clean enough to fuck."
He saw hope glimmer in Kathy's eyes.
He shrugged his broad shoulders once again.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Probably not."
He chuckled as the hope in Kathy's eyes quickly clouded with despair.
He clutched the clothespins in his hands and waved them back and forth before Kathy's face.
She followed them with her eyes.
Her nipples tingled with terrified anticipation.
"I hope this hurts like hell," the man in leather sneered.
Kathy would have gulped had the handkerchief not been lodged so deeply down her throat.
Her eyes followed the paths of the clothespins through the air.
They moved with incredible sluggishness towards her nipples.
Bastard! Kathy thought to herself. He really wants to build up the suspense! This ass-hole is sick! What a sick, sick mind! Am I ever going to get out of here alive?! Am I ever going to be able to feel my nipples again?!
The clothespins snapped open mere millimeters from the pink paps that graced the tops of her boobs.
The bastard in black hovered the opened clothespins in the air above Kathy's tits.
Kathy grew exceedingly squeamish with anxiety.
SNAP!
SNAP!
Her body struggled on the stretching rack as the man in leather plucked her nipples with the clothespins.
Extreme spasms of agony coursed through her tits.
Her body wriggled into the splinters as tears welled in her eyes.
The man in the death mask chuckled with cruel pleasure.
The blood rose to her nipples, turning them from a delicate pink shade to a deep red hue.
Kathy's eyes bulged in their sockets as anguish coursed through her breasts.
"So much for the preliminaries," the man sneered. "Now we get down to the real pain."
He struck a match and stared at the flame that flared up at the head.
He lit the wick of a candle with fingers that trembled with excitement.
His cock swelled in his crotch as he brought the burning candle closer and closer to the delicate mounds of Kathy's tits.
When the candle hovered over her left tit, he tilted it ever so slightly to the side.
Kathy watched with increasing horror as a droplet of hot wax spilled over the side and sailed through the air.
Towards her tender tit!
She winced and screamed into the handkerchief as the hot wax splattered over her creamy flesh.
Her titflesh sizzled and charred the moment the wax made contact.
An insane little chortle escaped from underneath the death mask.
The stranger tilted the candle so that it was parallel to Kathy's prone body.
The flame flickered at a right angle to the candle.
The scalding candle wax trickled in streams from the flame.
Kathy's bound body wriggled with anguish as drop after drop of sizzling wax splattered on her tits.
The man waved the candle back and forth over her burning boobs
Candle wax splattered on her left tit.
On her right tit.
Trickled into her cleavage.
Kathy's entire chest seemed as if it were aflame.
Her head rolled from side to side on the stretching rack as agony coursed though her sizzling tits.
Suddenly, the man in black brought the candle up to the slit that marked the mouth of the leather death mask.
He blew out the candle.
"I think that's enough torture for the moment," he said.
Kathy nodded her head, tears of misery coursing down her cheeks.
Muffles of suffering spurting from her gagged mouth.
The stranger looked his victim up and down.
He was pleased at what he saw.
He also figured that Kathy had learned her lesson.
Despite his scorn when she had relayed the story to him that she was really an investigative reporter, he had believed her.
He figured Kathy Koppelheimer really wasn't a stripper.
She couldn't keep to the beat of the music in her high heeled pumps.
She had gotten her ring caught in her g-string the first time she had danced, and left it dangling through half her act.
No self-respecting stripper would have been caught dead engaging in such embarrassing faux pas.
He nodded his head firmly up and down.
"I think I have killed all the slutishness out of you," the man growled. "I have whipped it out. I have burned it out. I have churned it out of your pussy with that dildo."
Kathy's tears began to dry from her eyes. The look of hope returned once again. "And now that you are totally cleansed," he said. "I am going to fuck you 'til you beg for mercy!" Kathy's eyes lit up.
Even in the horrible predicament she found herself, the horny little nympho had to admit that her clitty was tingling with delight at the suggestion of a really good fuck!
Against the wall, Sissy suddenly looked up, enraged.
"Hey!" she yelled angrily. "You brought me down to this shit hole before her! Why the hell are you through torturing her, when I'm still hanging here like a piece of meat at the butcher's!"
The man in the mask whirled around.
"Because you are still a cheap, vulgar whore!" he snarled. "And if you don't shut up, I'm going to take the whip to your filthy body before the wounds have a chance to heal!"
Sissy fell silent against the wall, the shackles rattling slightly.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head to her cleavage once again.
The man in leather turned his attention back to Kathy's naked, battered body.
He reached for the dildo and slid it out of her cunt.
Kathy's eyes glimmered with tears of gratitude as her cunt lips snapped into place.
The stranger threw the glistening dildo to the floor.
He reached to his crotch and thrust down his zipper.
He slid his leather-clad hands into his leather briefs and tugged on his erect shaft.
His massive cock slid into view.
Kathy stared in amazement at the impressive member.
It throbbed hungrily between her Sex Master's thighs.
Ten thick inches of blood-engorged cockmeat.
The man grunted as he hiked his brawny form atop the stretching rack.
He straddled Kathy's trembling hips, one grimy engineer boot placed on either side of her legs.
He wound his fingers around the base of his huge prick.
"This might hurt like hell, too," he grunted. "But I have a feeling you're going to like this type of torture."
Kathy stared as the massive cockhead as it inched closer and closer to her ravaged cunt lips.
She reflected that what her Sex Master had said was correct.
That meaty member would indeed hurt like hell.
But she was certainly going to enjoy it...!
The fist-sized cockhead approached her yearning cunt lips.
Kathy took a deep breath.
And waited to be impaled on the end of her master's fuck lance.